Mazatlan

This finding a wifi area is difficult - the marinas say they have it, but weak signals and you have to cart your computor up to an area to write. Somehow I have to load the photos - promise, tomorrow. We had a wild ride across from Cabo with a buddy boat, Molly J - but in the dark they were calling us on the radio to look out for a tanker we had been watching. At the same time a huge boat right near us decided to turn on it's lights and scared us - we call it the "drug boat" as it seemed to be just waiting out in the middle of the ocean. We had adrenaline rushes and crashes and got Robert up to help keep watch. The oil tanker we had been watching turned behind us...for awhile it was on direct line with the back beram of the boat. More nerves.
The sun came up to.....fog. We did not see the coastline until about a mile out and had to announce ourselves to the harbor patrol as large ships go in and out of the very tight harbor entrance. The next morning, we heard all sorts of hooting from a huge ship - Holland America came in and I swear there had to be at least three feet on either side of the ship in the entrance, if that much.
We anchored in front of Club Nautico and went ashore for adventure: hailed what they call a pulmonia (open taxi) to take us to a fruit stand, and then we asked if he wanted lunch. We had street tacos at his favorite place...and a tour of old Mazatlan. Club Nautico used to be a happening place until the north harbor, with expensive marinas opened, but it is still interesting to see all the activity of ferries, cruise ships and the tour boats.
We left this AM for the northern "new harbor" to find a slip as we are trying to get north for some family stuff and blessed Aaron will stay on the boat. Finding the entrance of this place would have been impossible if we didn't have a photo from a new book. Molly J followed us in and now we have to search for a ride north. The entrance and the channel is very, very narrow, and in the heat I went nuts setting the lines and bumpers out, to collapse when the marina guys took the lines. Thank heaven for the marina guys.
The dogs have learned to do their thing on the fake grass, with some some mistakes. When we ask about the mistakes, they scurry away and tell us they don't know what we are talking about. We can see places here near the Marina to fun them, finally. Cabo was impossible for them - us , too...this is quieter.
Mazatlan weather is perfect! Wish you were here. Photos tomorrow.